Chaotic Sword God

Three hundred and seventieth chapters terrible

In the daytime of the next day, under a big tree in a forest, the branches covered there suddenly began to tremble slightly, and immediately it was all white, and the little white tiger with wings on its back crawled out of the tree hole covered by the branches, A pair of bright and pure eyes looked around curiously, and the sound of "wuwuwuwu" kept coming out of his mouth.

The little white tiger looked around with its small tiger head, barked there for a long time, finally sniffed around with its nose, and then left here, and the direction it left was exactly the direction Jian Chen was walking.

The little white tiger is still very young, its short limbs can't even support its body to run on the ground, it can only move forward step by step, rolling and crawling at a very slow speed.

I don't know how long it took before the consciousness finally woke up from the chaotic state. Jian Chen opened his eyes with some difficulty. The first thing he saw was a wooden roof. Although it was a bit old, it was cleaned. clean.

Suddenly, a splitting headache suddenly hit Jian Chen's brain, causing Jian Chen to groan in pain. His head hurt so badly that his face instantly became extremely pale, without a trace of blood. Muscles were constantly being drawn, and immediately a heavy dizziness came, Jian Chen tilted his head and passed out.

Not long after Jian Chen fell into a coma, there was a creaking sound, and the wooden door of the wooden house was opened. A fat man about twenty years old with a thick head and a thick head walked in from the outside. Seeing Jian Chen who was in a coma with his eyes closed, he stretched his hands around his head and murmured: "It's strange, I clearly heard a voice just now, why hasn't he woke up yet, he's been in a coma for three days." Afterwards, the little fat man left the cabin.

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The little white tiger rolled and crawled in the same direction without sleep for three consecutive days, and even fell down several times when it encountered a steep place. It turned gray and covered with mud.

And after three days of hard work, it finally arrived at the place where Jian Chen and the eight sky saints fought.

The little white tiger sniffed the front with its nose, and then let out a rapid "woo woo woo woo" sound, as if it was very sad, as if crying, then it crawled forward with even more effort, and soon came to a field stained red with blood. In front of the earth, the blood here has dried up, leaving a blood-red mark on the ground, and some dried up internal organs remain on the ground.

The little white tiger let out a sad cry, the little tiger looked around, and finally sniffed the dry blood on the ground, and then took the offal pieces on the ground into his mouth and ate them. stand up.

Although the internal organs are dry, they contain powerful energy. After eating the broken internal organs, the little white tiger's limbs seem to be stronger, and it gradually supports its body to stand upright. Visible speed has grown a few sharp small canine teeth.

The little white tiger swallowed the scraps of viscera scattered on the ground, and let out a sad whining sound in its mouth. After a while, the scraps of viscera scattered on the ground were swallowed up by the little white tiger.

At this time, although the little white tiger's body did not change too much, its movements became more agile than before, its limbs were strong and powerful, and its walking was no longer as difficult as before.

The little white tiger opened its mouth, directly biting a piece of soil from the ground and holding it in its mouth. After a while, it spit out the soil from its mouth again, and the soil spit out by it has returned to its original color, and the dry blood mixed in the soil has disappeared. not see.

For a full five hours, the little white tiger was constantly gnawing at the soil on the ground, sucking the blood in the soil, which contained not only Jian Chen's blood, but also the blood of the Sky Saint Master, which contained not weak energy. For the current little white tiger, it is a pretty good tonic.

As the blood sucked more, the little white tiger became stronger and stronger, and the teeth that had just grown in its mouth became sharper and sharper.

After sucking all the blood contained in the soil, the little white tiger walked around the field with a somewhat robust pace, sniffing constantly with its nose, and finally ran briskly in one direction, and the pair of wings on its back It also stretched out, stirring up and down quickly with its running pace.

In the mind of Jian Chen who fell into a coma, scene after scene appeared continuously, sometimes he saw a piece of chaotic space, and sometimes he saw a group of strange gas. From time to time, I saw an old man with white hair and a childlike face. From time to time, I saw a large piece of red cloud floating in the sky, and it was constantly descending thousands of lightning bolts that could tear apart the space. From time to time, I saw two divine swords, one purple and one green, flying joyfully in the air like a couple, making joyful sword cries. From time to time, I saw an old man with white hair and a childlike face controlling two divine swords, one purple and one blue, flying in the air, continuously chopping off the heads of monsters. From time to time, I saw two divine swords, one purple and one blue, merging in the air, fighting in the endless void with the power of destroying heaven and earth, and shattering the space.

In the end, Jian Chen saw two divine swords, one purple and one blue, shattered into fragments that filled the sky, and two clusters of faint purple-green rays of light flew out of them into the ground of a mountain range and disappeared...

I don't know how long it took, the sleeping consciousness finally woke up slowly, Jian Chen slowly opened his eyes, suddenly, a headache hit Jian Chen's brain again, but this time it was lighter than before It hurt a lot, so Jian Chen endured it for a while, and the pain gradually disappeared.

Jian Chen looked around in a daze, and found that he was lying in a small log cabin made of wood, sleeping on a hard wooden bed, and the floor was a wooden floor with many footprints left on it. , The cabin is not big, the length and width are about two feet, and the furniture inside is also very simple.

"Where is this?" Jian Chen looked around blankly, with a puzzled look on his face. Just when he was about to get up from the bed, a piercing pain came from his body. Destroying Jian Chen's expression.

The severe pain caused Jian Chen to groan uncontrollably, his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat, and his face, which was originally rosy, also turned pale due to the pain.

Jian Chen gritted his silver teeth, and raised his head to look at his body with difficulty. At this moment, he was stunned. He saw a huge hole with a diameter of 30 centimeters appearing on his chest, which almost hurt his chest. Divided into two halves, the whole body became horrible, with dry blood scars everywhere, and hideous and terrifying wounds, which looked creepy.

Looking at the condition of his own body, a flood of memories flooded out of Jian Chen's mind, and the scene of the fierce battle with the eight sky saints suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Am I not dead?" Jian Chen's expression was momentarily dull, but then he came to his senses, and his eyes immediately revealed a look of ecstasy.

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead!" Jian Chen couldn't hide the excitement in his expression, his whole body trembled slightly, but soon the wound on his body was involved, and Jian Chen felt a burst of pain. Teeth bared and cracked, miserable.

After a while, the severe pain subsided slowly. Jian Chen's whole body seemed to be exhausted and he lay on the bed gasping for breath.

The situation in his body appeared in Jian Chen's mind like an incomparably clear picture. Jian Chen's perception had increased dozens of times compared to before, but he didn't have time to be happy about it, and he didn't even notice his own weakness at all. After changing, he was immediately shocked and completely stunned by the terrible situation in his body.

The injuries in his body were very serious, it was a terrible mess, all internal organs and various organs disappeared, even the heart was shattered into powder, he shouldn't have survived such heavy injuries, but Jian Chen did not die.

This is not the most serious thing. What really makes Jian Chen unacceptable is that the Holy Weapon Light Wind Sword that he had worked so hard to cultivate for more than ten years has disappeared from his dantian, and even Ziqing who was entrenched in his dantian The sword spirit is also missing.

His holy weapon has been shattered, there is not even a single bit left, the source of strength has been lost in the dantian, and the achievements he has obtained through more than ten years of hard training have been in vain.

Jian Chen was completely stunned. He who lost his holy weapon was no different from a person who lost all his martial arts. He changed from a master determined by talent to an ordinary person who didn't know any martial arts. Inflicted a heavy blow.

"Could it be that I've become a useless person?" Jian Chen looked at the roof with a blank look, but his heart was full of unwillingness, because he still had too many things to do, and to do these things, he had to To have a strong strength.

"Crunch!"

At this time, the door was opened, and a middle-aged man in very simple clothes came in from the door. He was about forty years old, with a resolute face, although he was wearing a coarse cloth embroidered with patches , but still can't hide the extraordinary temperament of the middle-aged man.

"You're awake." The middle-aged man looked at Jian Chen calmly and said.

Jian Chen came back to his senses, looked at the middle-aged man with a dull gaze, and said softly: "Thank you for saving me."

The middle-aged man walked up to Jian Chen and looked at the injuries on his body, and said with a faint smile: "Your life is really serious, your soul has not dissipated after suffering such a serious injury, if it were someone else, even It is absolutely impossible for the other party to be a Sky Saint Master and survive."

The middle-aged man paused, and said: "Your injuries are very bad, and all internal organs have been destroyed. Unless a high-level holy master of light treats you, otherwise, it will be difficult to recover from your injuries."

Jian Chen remained silent, now he was in a very depressed mood, the shattered holy weapon and the loss of all his martial arts had caused a great shock to him.

Looking at Jian Chen's dull and lifeless eyes, the middle-aged man secretly sighed, and said: "Young man, if you want to be more open, so what if you become a cripple who doesn't know martial arts, it's not an ordinary life, although you can Lost a lot of wonderful stories, but you will get tired sooner or later, take good care of your wounds, I will ask my father for a light pill later, because it should help you recover as soon as possible."